“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label impossible. Show all posts
Showing posts with label impossible. Show all posts
Sunday, March 31, 2019
Leave it at That
"I am That, Thou Art That"
There will be
many
that ask how it came
to Be
So
I will answer
Yes,
it seems
Impossible
to Be
born
questioning
yet we Are
Image credited by Fré Sonneveld fresonneveld [CC0].
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